You are not your job. You’re not how much money you have in the bank. You’re not the car you drive. You’re not the contents of your wallet. You’re not your fucking khakis. You’re the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world.
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The Author ~ Chuck Palahniuk ~ Wiki
The Book ~ Fight Club ~ Wiki
The Movie ~ Fight Club ~ Wiki
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TITLE:
SoTE :: Scum of The Earth. A phrase, I came across in an Ayn Rand book in 1997-98.
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EPILOGUE:
As the time space continuum collapses in his deranged mind, he travels through the worm holes of this existence.
Each utterance, a rung on the ladder of this continuum. A continuum shaped in spirals, like strands of DNA. Sliding on this roller-coaster, its tracks gleaming in the otherwise infinite darkness, mesmerizing, hypnotizing, swirls of blue green metal.
These words uttered in ignorance, in anger, in despair, out of love, out of hate, sometimes too early and on others too late.
Lamenting, the failure to evolve of the arrogant hominid, this artist dark, seeking a little light, hangs his head in shame and sheds a tear.
Suddenly it occurs to him and he puts sounds to the sparking in his brains.
We just are!
We just are…
The spell undone.
Fin.